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When
Dad said he was going to marry again we were pretty surprised.
True, it made sense for him to be with Janet, an old family
friend whose late husband had been a close friend of Dad’s.
Since Mom died, it was clear he didn’t like being
alone. But finding another go-round at romance at 80?
They asked me to sing at the ceremony. None of the usual
wedding tunes was going to fit this occasion so I made
this up for them.
The river flows
From the woods, through the field and down the valley
Winding as it goes
Through the silent and the swift it passes
But no one knows where the river flows
In this life
Like the waters of the river we are carried
Tumbling as we go
Through our joys and our sorrows and the changes
But no one knows where the river flows
It’s the hand of God that pulls that river
It’s the hand of God that makes that change
It’s the hand of God that wipes every tear away
The river flows
And the years slip away like the water
Winding to the sea
And in the end, it’s the love we remember
But no one knows where the river flows
© by
James Hersch/Whitewater Music
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